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Re-enter Davy. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats 1 for you.

[setting them before Bardolph. Shal. Davy!

Davy. Your worship ?--I'll be with you straight. [to Bardolph.] A cup of wine, sir ? Si. “A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,

[singing. And drink unto the leman ? mine;

And a merry heart lives long-a.' Fal. Well said, master Silence.

Si. And we shall be merry; now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence ! Si. “Fill the cup, and let it come;

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.' Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome : if thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief; [to the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bar. An I might see you there, Davy,-

Shal. By the mass, you 'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ?

Bar. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.3

Apples commonly called russetines. 2 Sweetheart. 3 A measure containing two quarts.

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Shul. I thank thee. The knave will stick by thee; I can assure thee that: he will not ont; he is true bred.

Bar. And I'll stick by him, sir.

Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing : be merry. [knocking heard.] Look who's at door there. Ho! who knocks ?

(Erit Davy. Fal. Why, now you have done me right.

[to Silence, who drinks a bumper. Si. Do me right,

[singing. And dub me knight : 1

Samingo.' Is 't not so ?

Fal. 'Tis so.

Si. Is 't so? Why, then say an old man can do somewhat.

Re-enter DAVY. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news.

Fal. From the court? Let him come in.


How now, Pistol ?

Pis. God save you, sir John!
Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ?
Pis. Not the ill wind which blows no man to

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In Shakspeare's time, he who drank a bumper to the health of his mistress on his knees, was dubbed a knight for he remainder of the orening.

good. Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm.

Si. By ’r lady, I think ’a be; but goodman Puff of Barson.

Pis. Puff ?
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.

Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world.

Pis. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys.

Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news ? Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof.

Si. “And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.' [sings.

Pis. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ? And shall good news be baffled ? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

Si. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pis. Why then, lament therefore.

Shal. Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from the court, I take it, there is but two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal them. I ain, sir, under the king, in some authority. Pis. Under which king, Bezonian ? 1 speak, or


Low-born clown.

Shal. Under king Harry.

Harry the fourth, or fifth?
Shal. Harry the fourth.

A foutra for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Harry the fifth 's the man. I speak the truth.
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me,1 like
The bragging Spaniard.

Fal. What! is the old king dead ?
Pis. As nail in door : the things I speak are just.

Fal. Away, Bardolph ; saddle my horse. Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land; 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.

Bar. O joyful day! I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.

Pis. What? I do bring good news ?

Fal. Carry master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt; I am For. tune's steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph! [Exit Bar.] Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something to do thyself good. Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief justice!

· Express your contempt of me.

Pis. Let vultures vile seise on his lungs also!
" Where is the life that late I led ? '1 say they :
Why, here it is.
Welcome these pleasant days.



London. A street.

Enter BEADLES, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and


Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

1 Bea. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, 1 warrant her. There hath been a man or two lately killed about her. Doll. Nut-hook,? nut-hook, you lie.

Come on I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal ; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paperfaced villain.

Host. O the Lord, that sir John were come! He would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God, the fruit of her womb miscarry!

1 Bea. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again ; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge



1 Words of an old ballad. ? A name of reproach for a catchpoll.

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